Chapter Seventeen

            Unti-unting napupuno ang club, pumupunta sa gawi namin ang mga tao para batiin kung sino ang may kaarawan. Dumagungdog ang musika sa paligid, nabawasan ang liwanag ng loob at ang ibang ilaw ay napalitan ng makukulay na disco.

I stayed on my chair and looked down on the table. When raising my head, I kept my attention on Anita since she was usually the one who initiates a conversation with me, asking about my relationship with Zaccheus. Marga was a social butterfly, talking to everyone she came across with. She even accepted the hand of the man who asked for her to drink with him n the bar counter.

"I have to go to the the restroom," I annouced only to Anita. She recoiled from her current conversation with someone I failed to remember the name of.

"Yes, dear? Did you say something?" she out his hand on my hand above the